i won't say sorry
to witness you being tethered with spiky chains
there under the strongest tree at the end of the lane
watching you starving is the greatest things
in this solemn christmas evening
all must be changed
no ones is mourning
she brings malicious entities
that creep in my nerves
who expell vicious chant of nasty verse
broken poetry of the worst
a frenzy of destruction directed at my chest by her curse
yet, i ain't a timid milquetoast
i could torture you back, it ain't just a boast
to me she's just a limp warmonger
could expand the empire through brute force no longer
neither to enslave, plunder and devastate the land around her, poisoner!
i won't let you acquire wealth and power, prisoner!
so there she is tethered with spiky chains
under the strongest tree at the end of the lane
never touch this christmas with your cancerous grains
i won't let her reign
especially in this christmas evening
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